Eloi Eloi Lama Sabachthani
Eloi Eloi Lama Sabachthani
Eloi Eloi Lama Sabachthani
Why?
I am your son
Doesn’t that count for one?
I understand you move the moon and sun, but what have I done?
The insidious sin crept in at 3, right into the praetorium
They accuse, the accused, but the truth is I am just like you
Red, ophidian, a 6 here again
Clothed in spittle, purple, and given a stick with riddles
In this moment I realize I am a widow
Why not a stone, or a fruit to my own?
Instead there’s a burn the kind when you yearn
I never questioned your way father
But where is wisdom, my mother, surely, she could have thought of another
They take bets on me like I am not a part of the 3
Why father?
Why?
Eloi Eloi Lama Sabachthani
I look like a willow taking a knee
Why?
They mock me.
Why?
Why did you create the die?
The spirit of the tongue-tie hinders the voice inside
My blood nothing more than dye, as they strip me of my rights, clothing me just as I arrived
Thorns we created planted to take mine
How Funny!
You send a Simon Cyrene, to carry what is he!
And now they place a sign above my head:
THIS IS JESUS, THE KING OF THE JEWS
Well I’d rather…
My son, who are you?
jesus
My son, who are you?
And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace
Your next appointment is at 8
Too much wine is a mocker, beer a brawler, and gall a Marah
But a little wine is a river and vinegar cleanses’ the error
Lub Dub Lub Dub Lub Dub It is done.
Father why do you keep watching this play? It already ended this way.
Because it was the nine, that lead them our way
References: Matthew 27:1-54, 1 Peter 3:18-20, Isaiah 9:6, Gen 14: 1-2 (First sign of 9), 1 Corinthians 15: 22
